We long to hide
in the curvature of our passion
Lips on lips
I taste your Body Rain
as it covers the anguish of our undoing
We drink the hot fever
burning youth and age
in the smell of animal primeval
But there is a word you speak
It is a forgetfulness
splitting ego like a slap under dreams
the sleeplessness of fear
Knifed edged memories
carving
into the passion fruit
of our souls
But our fingers entwine like our bodies
and squeeze the venom
out of our courage
So that we may slip
into a soundless awakening